Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-12-09

returned to his seat, when the platform
was adopted as whole with repeated
ana renewed shouts of applause that
seemed to shake the wigwam. -Nicho-
toy and Hays Life of Lincoln.
THE MOSQUITO 1T AARsMrE.
The mosquito is q bird with two
wings and long, hollow bill.
1t is q native of New Jersey and the
Laramie plains.
1t follows the same business some
gentlemen in Wall street follow. They
are different kind of bird, though.
There is more business to the square
inch Of mosquito than there is in a forty
'stamp-mill. That is, to reduce both to
the Rme size.
In business relations the mosquito is
closely allied to the buffalo gnat and
the flying ant.
Some say the flying ant is the COM
MOB ant before it sheds its wings.
Others say it is the ant angel,
I've got an aunt, but she's not an
angel.
wish she was. She owns a gro.
Gerry store and q house and lot. I'm
her next of kin.
Until Jay Gould came west the mos
quito had the business all to himself.
The only competition was the wood
and tie contractors and the city under
taker.
The mosquito is mean bird to
cath.
Z he best trap know of for them is
a b pre- arm. It never fails if properly
baiIed.
The mosquito has very familiar
voice. So familiar, indeed, that I
firmly believed would recognize it in
California or the Mississippi Valley.
Its FUN to see a "tenderfoot" when he
first comes to Laramie plains.
He TT les to catch all the mosquitoes
in the te rritory. One staid all night at
"Di'ty Woman's Ranch" last summer.
Next morning his face was like a
painted picture. It was red-in spots.
He said "he'd be hanged" if he lived
in Wyoming.
He told the truth. He only lived here
a month, when he was hanged to a
pitch pine
He was trying to catch mosquito
and made mistake and caught some
body's mule.
Idon't know anything more interest
ing than the study of the habits Of the
mosquito on warm evening in
August, A. d. 1887.
10 those desiring to engage in this
study { can cheerfully recommend the
Laramie plains. -Lera,nie Boomerang.
HYW A LAZY POET LOST HIS LOTE.
When young man, Samuel Rogers,
the poet, admired and sedulously sought
the society of the most beautiful girl
he Men and still thought he had ever
seen, At the end of the London season
at ball she said: II go tomorrow to
Worthington; are you coming there?"
He did not go. Some months after
ward, being at Ranelagh, he saw the
attention of every one drawn toward q
large party that had just entered, in the
center of which was a lady on the arm
other husband. Stepping forward to
see this wonderful beauty, he found it
W s his love. She merely said: "You
never came to Worthington.
A lover so Indifferent was not likely
to have suffered from this laconic re-
buke, which meant so much. Possibly
he thought the beauty would wait while
he was revising couplets or straining
his "hard- bound brains" to write fresh
ones. -Four lines day was the meas
ure of his poetical fecundity, and one
cannot imagine Rogers reused to
storm of passion, whether by love or
poetry. "He did nothing rash," says
Mrs Norton; II am sure Rogers as a
baby never fell down unless he was
pushed, but walked from chair to chair
of the drawing-room furniture till he
reached the place where the sunbeam
fell on the carpet. He was the very
embodiment Of quiet. "-Spectntor.